note : OKAY I KNOW THE ENDING WAS SUDDEN AND THIS AND THAT AND STUFF BUT I HAD TO FINISH IT XP IT'S A BIT RUSHED I MAY EDIT IT IF I HAVE TIME BUT YOU GET THE FLOW OF MY STORY I THINK XD OKAY HERE YOU GO
A knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," The dark haired man called out, not looking up from his keyboard. "You're late," He added as he heard the door slam.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" The voice echoed around the quiet study, "Ain't I supposed to be dead? Unless it was a dream... with Kat and...I didn't..."
The man finally looked up, eyes doing all the smiling for him, "Durante Wilde. You're 8 months late."
"You know who I am?" Durante's eyes widened, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Who do you th-" The man cut himself off, "You know what, I'm not in the mood for being all mysterious today so hi," He shook Durante's limp hand, "I'm death, but you can call me Luke. Welcome to hell yada yadada."
"You're death," Durante's lower lip quivered a little.
"Yeah, no need to bow or anything Dante," Luke swatted at the air, as if dismissing someone, "Can I call you that?"
"Where's my sister?" Dante asked, ignoring the question.
A hearty laugh escaped Luke's lips, "Of course. Elenore Jay Wilde. Your dominant cause of death."
"She wasn't t-" Dante began to frown, fists clenching.
"You know, you left quite an impact on earth," Luke stood up from his wheely chair, sending it spinning, "Your death set off a chain reaction."
Dante paled, his ashen skin becoming white, "What chain reaction?"
"You see, your parents have driven themselves crazy, trying to think of how they've been bad parents. I mean, they did provide you with a nice house, delicious food and a good education. Now they're overcome with guilt for beating you so they sold the house. Now they're just drinking their life away at some lowly place at - yeah whatever. Moving on. There's Nan, who saw you as her own. So she was even worse. Had to move away from the place, went to China. She now works as a domestic helper."
"You're lying," Dante gritted through his teeth.
"Am I?" Luke waved his hand and a holographic image appeared on the right wall, an image of Nan roaming a marketplace, chinese characters plastered on signs all over.
"No," The young boy dug his nails into the skin of his forehead.
"Oh and don't even get me started on your football team," Luke chuckled, "They were crushed. Never won a game since. Your coach didn't quit, but she isn't herself anymore. Your friends are devastated - especially Monica, but at least she isn't acting out on her actions," He waved his hand, causing the scene to shift and zoom in on a familiar face, "I mean look at Puck now. He's got a goatee and has taken your place as head of the bullying squad. Fun stuff."
"Stop," Dante squeezed his eyelids shut.
"I almost forgot," Luke feigned shock, "The Manning family."
His eyes flung open right away, the rest of Dante's body turning rigid, "What?"
"You know, with Alistar and Katerina and all of them?" Luke smirked.
"I know who they are, but what about them?" Dante sounded genuinely worried, the sides of his eyes crinkling.
"They relocated to California. Alistar was getting harassed a lot. Sure no one knew about your sister, but people guessed that Alistar must have done something to pissed you off seeing that-" Luke cut off, "He blames himself for your death. All that grief. Oh but he's not the worse out of the lot of them. You should see Katerina. Poor girl. I'm surprised I haven't seen her around yet."
"She's strong," Dante said firmly, "She wouldn't..."
"Yeah yeah, you should see the thoughts inside her head - all so morbid. But on the outside, she's fighting. Strong girl that one. But she still blames herself. Her soul - destroyed. What a shame, but that's okay, she'd still left a little gift for you," Luke took a seat on the edge of his study table.
"Gift?"
"You know Durante, you could have had an amazing future," Luke ignored Dante's question, waving his hand to cause the holographic image to shift, revealing two familiar figures, "If you fought past that spur of the moment. That moment of weakness. You could've became a world renowned composer and married Katerina."
"What?" Dante blinked, his voice barely audible as he gazed at an image of him and Kat, kissing at the altar.
"Sure you and her brother aren't on the best terms but you guys accepted each other for Katerina - for love. And you would have been the one to take the first step," Luke swiped through the holographic image with his hand, causing it to disperse completely, "Of course they'd still be tension, and the bullying between people would still go on. I mean, bullying is never going to end. It's a struggle for power - been there since the beginning of time. But people can try to lessen the consequences by helping each other, but if no one takes the first step. Then... you know..." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Anyways," Luke ran a hand through his black hair, "You may leave now."
Dante stood there, speechless.
"And don't bother asking about your sister," Luke hopped onto both feet, walking over to open the door for Dante, "And don't forget your copy of Kat's art when you leave," He pushed a dazed Dante out the door, "Goodbye."
The door slammed behind Dante.
"Fuck," Dante massaged his temple, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He punched the nearest wall, only to recoil in pain.
"I do not tolerate violence in hell. So calm yourself," A voice - Death's - called from behind the door.
Dante grunted, rubbing his knuckles when the air in front of him shimmered. That was when a canvas appeared, falling in front of him. Bending down, he picked it up, his breath catching in his throat.
It was a piece of art. A painting to be exact.
Kat's.
He stared at the painting, admired every inch of it. The color, the shapes, the mood, the message - the magic. Tears began to form in his eyes, his lips quirking upwards only by a little.
And as Dante began to walk towards the end of the hallway, towards the only door there is, he thought about the painting.
About a boy with a scar, his beautiful sister, and a piano.
FIN
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Short Story"A soul for a soul." The last thing Katerina Manning expected was to die at the age of 16. Having lived a short and unfulfilling life, she would do anything for a chance to live again. So when Death turns up with a deal that gives her just that, sh...